Sometimes He leads us out of the fire, unburned;
Sometimes through the desert for 40 desperate years.
Sometimes He leads us into the belly of a whale;
Sometimes beside still waters.
Sometimes He leads with a still, small voice;
Sometimes with a voice like thunder.
Sometimes He leads us out of the war, victorious;
Sometimes into battle, not knowing the end.
Sometimes He leads me when my cup is full;
Sometimes when it is empty.
Sometimes He leads me into miracles and joy;
Sometimes through grief and fog.
But always He leads, and always I’ll follow;
His trustworthy hand steady and sure through it all.
The Reclaimed Life 